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Sprawled on a chair in a dim room, you have Leon's hair in your fist and his mouth in your crotch. You didn't even bother to strip, he just pulled your pants and underwear down low enough to access your already hard dick.
You push him down onto it, his tongue wrapping around it and his nose now buried in your bush. You breathe out a shaky yet satisfied sigh at the fact that you two are finally alone, finally able to take care of business.
He sucks you off in the same way as always, the way you like it and the way that makes you squirm, squeeze his hair in between your fingers ruthlessly and pull him even closer. Soft breaths and moans escape your mouth occasionally and you just know they are driving him crazy and desperate the way he changes tempo. But that can't be, you can't finish in just a few pathetic minutes – you didn't keep it in all day just for this.
You pull him away by the hair roughly. He pants, his cheeks painted with soft red and his eyes staring at you reproachful.
”Slow down,“ you whisper. You momentarily loosen the grip you have on his hair to gently caress him before mercilessly forcing him onto your dick again. He obeys your command and you praise him ”good boy“ before melting back into his mouth.
He grabs your thighs this time, caressing them and squishing them in between stops in sucking you off, ultimately edging you for what feels like eternity. And you enjoy every single second of it, yet slowly growing needy. And once you cannot take it anymore, you grip his hair in your fist and make it impossible for him to pull away and torment you further. He speeds up and you let him, swiftly approaching your climax.
You are overcome with a hot wave that sends your body shaking. You squeeze his head between your thighs while he continues to work you through it until your body relaxes and you gently pull him away.
He smiles at you, kneeling between your legs with heavy breaths and your slick on his chin. He looks so beautiful like this, especially knowing that his underwear has to be wet through and through by now and that he's not shaking just from trying to catch his breath.
You lean your hand against his chest and force him to lay on the floor. You follow him between his legs, quickly getting rid of his pants and underwear so that you can reach his dripping wet crotch and painfully slowly jerk his untouched hard dick.
He moans shamefully loud, closes his eyes and lays his head on the carpet. His hips move with your hand yet soon it's not enough. He gets up to sit and grabs your hand, leading it lower and forcing your fingers into his cunt. You let him.
His face is red by the time he methodically fucks yourself on your fingers, panting with every trust and moaning every time you hit slightly deeper. He probably isn't even aware you're kissing him on his face, neck and shoulders, that's how horny and lost he is. You feel yourself getting hard once again just from hearing his pleasure.
He finishes with a loud gasp, clenching around your fingers and leaning his forehead covered in sweat on your shoulder. You slide out of him and let him rest for a while before kissing him on the mouth, long and passionate.
You both know the night is still young.